"Panicking like that, what a sight... What? The disciple of Ming King has come?"
A sudden scream wakes up the senses.
Inside the cave, the muscular Golden Tiger jumps up from the stone bed, highly alert,
"Ming King's disciple, isn't that the Dashun Xingyi Bo? Could it be that he's here to capture my wife? She's been in seclusion for years now, wait, that's not right, didn't we agree to leave the past behind? Why is he still coming after old debts?"
The hedgehog, hearing Old King mutter to himself, hurriedly explains.
"No, no, Old King, it's not the Dashun Xingyi Bo! It's not the Dashun Xingyi Bo!"
"Not him?"
"It's a big rat!" The hedgehog dances excitedly, causing the snakeberry stuck on its quills to fall off.
"A big rat?"
The Golden Tiger stretches out a paw, scratching the hair under his groin, then lowers his paw halfway.
It's not appropriate to smell in front of the youngster.
"Let it in."
"Yes!"
